Call Me Crazy? (Semi-Lit & Asylum RP)[Accepting]

[.:Adelaide:.]

Amy let Jay hold her close while she thought about the events of yesterday. "Did we really only get together yesterday?" She pondered with a sleepy voice, enjoying being close to Jay. "It seems like we've been together for a week. But then again, everyday here feels like a week." She smiled at her small joke, even though it was true. ((Bleh. WB))

[~Erica~]

Jay

Jay nodded, "Yep it was just yesterday." He agreed. She still sounded tired to him, "I know it does." He agreed, eyes closing slightly.
(Uh me too)

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

.:Antonio Wing:.

Antonio gave a wide grin, those words were so wonderful coming form her. He kept holding her close, the smell of bluebells still there. He ran his hand gently through her hair, thinking over her question. He was rather disappointed the wouldn't be able to share this moment with anyone, despite the fact it was taking place in an insane asylum it was perfect, the moment anyone dreamed of. "Tell them that I love you and you love me and that's never going to change." he said happily, sounding like a child with a new toy. "Sadly I doubt that's what you mean."

[~Erica~]

Errisa

"Of course I'll tell anyone that, but no that's not really what I meant. We can't really go around saying 'Oh we met in an insane asylum it was great!' now can we?" Erica replied with a smile trying to make a joke out of it though it wasn't really all that funny, even to her. "We need some sort of cover story." she told Anotnio. She almost felt like some sort of secret agent who needed a cover story to stay alive or something. But this was less dangerous and who knew, maybe making something up would be fun?

[Helter_Skelter]

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.:Insane:.
Name:
Annabelle Storm

Gender:
Female
Age:
21
(If you need this explained maybe you shouls just head right down to the asylum yourself...)
Crush:
None and none
Description:
she has weird shaped scars all along her spine that she has no clue how they got there. She also has a few scars and cuts across her temple from repeatedly banging her head against things on accident.
Traumatic Event:
Her parents died in a fire. She was walking home from school one day, and saw that there were firemen and such crowding her home. She threw her stuff down and went over to inspect a burning pile of something. Around that burning pile of something at the top, was a golden chain with a little mockingbird charm. It was her mother. She turned slowly to the other, and saw her fathers watch. Her parents. Ever since then, she's been a little off her rocker, going in and out of foster homes, setting each one on fire. Finally the cops came to get her and brought her here.
Trigger:
Watches(because of her father), bird charms, gold, chains(bacuse of her mother), meatloaf(because it resembles a burning body).
How Long Have They Been Trapped:
5 years...they brung her when she was 16
Asylum Sentence:
She kept setting houses on fire. At first they put her in juvey, but that didn't seem to work because things kept going ablaze, so they took het to the nearest asylum.
Personality:
She's usually a very calm and cheerful person. She tends to forget what happened to her parents, and looks at the asylum as if it were just a spa and she would go see them anytime soon. She likes to make new friends, but has an issue with trusting people, so it's hard. She always had trust issues...she'll write her feelings on the walls in a sharpie that she always seems to find lying around and chews on the cap when she's thinking.
History:
Annabelle was one of the extremely rich and popular girls. Never had a problem, never had acne, never even had to clean house. Her life was perfect through her eyes. Her mother was forgetful, so she often walked from the bus stop. Her father was a very busy business man, so usually, by the time she got home, he was already gone or leaving. He would leave a bag on her bed, sometimes jewelry, sometimes make-up, purses, shoes, all the essentials in her life.
Fears:
Fire(though she's a pyro...?)
Needles
Chains(though she wears one...)
Doctors.
Other:
should there be a code word here? I'm not sure...
Her chain is one her father bought. It's a thin gold thing with a ruby studded 'A' and a white rose hanging from it.
I'll post my guy in a sec...

Guy:)

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.: Power Insane :.
Name:
Dominique Rizzario, goes by Domino

Gender:
Male
Age:
18
Crush:
None and none
Power:
He can make things move just by thinking about them. Not far, just wobble a bit. He doesn't even realize he can do it.
How Long Have They Been Trapped:
This is his first year...poor thing
Asylum Sentence:
His parents noticed things moving, and so they moved a lot, thinking the house was haunted. Then they started asking Dominique what he was thinking about and when he told them, that object would wobble. So they sent him here.
Personality:
He's a very sarcastic little fellow...his sharp wit makes you wonder why he's in a place for crazies. He doesn't notice when things start to move around him, he is quite oblivious. I can RP his character much better than I can write, so I'll try that...but sarcastic, oblivious, and a bit of an emo at times...
History:
Dominique moved constantly. He was in a total of 346 houses in his lifetime. He couldn't be sentimental about objects, so he would get a small tattoo on the inside of his wrist about the things he loved. He's not a talker about his history. He won't tell you even if you put him in boiling oil full of thumbtacks.
Fears:
Boiling oil...
Cats
Rats
Bellybutton lint
Other:
he can be violent, it's just a side effect of the telekenises... Give him a cookie or cracker and he'll be fine:)

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((Accepted and there is no codeword...))

.:Antonio Wing:.

Antonio nodded, the joke wasn't funny but it was true. The 'it was great' part was something that would just send them right back here. They had been talking about it earlier until they had gotten side tracked. "Well we met at school, our first date was at the movies... what else is there?" he asked, fairly certain there were other questions that would be asked but he had never been very good at this romance stuff, he was sure Erica would be able to think of something though.

[~Erica~]

Erica

Erica looked up at Antonio, "Well people might ask how long we've been together but that easy enough since I suppose we could tell the truth?" She replied with a shrug. It was't like she had ever been asked any of these question, or asked anyone them either for that matter. "I don't really know."

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

.:Antonio Wing:.

Antonio nodded, still holding Erica close to him. He wished that was the way they could have met, watching her from afar for a couple months, trying to pluck up the courage to talk to her, but no... There was one of their stories he would be able to make come true, if they ever got out of here "Once we're out of here I promise I'll take you on that first date. I'll sit through long romantic movie and I'll make sure to get lost on the way home." he added, remembering how his Dad had always talked about pulling that trick on his mom for their first date, making her half to stay in the car with him a little longer.

[~Erica~]

Erica

Erica smiled, "I'd love that but it wouldn't work I have trouble with movie theaters, sitting in the dark... it doesn't work well for me, but we could try." She smiled wryly, trying mght not be a good idea since she would end up getting to scared of the dark. It's sad when someone is scared of the dark, truly scared of it. "I'd be happy to try, maybe sitting next to you would help cure me of my fear?"

[Helter_Skelter]

(haha, I wasn't sure if I'd skipped over it or not...I tend to do that...)

Annabelle wandered the halls. She had seen these halls and cracks and paintings a hundred and billion times before, but each time she wandered by, they seemed to be a bit bigger, a bit wider, a bit dingyer. She sighed as she searched for an empty spot on the grimy wall, then took out her sharpie and scribbled a few incomprehensible words. She then wrote down the words of her favorite-if somewhat overused- poem.

Some say the world will end in ice
Some say in fire
From what I've tasted of desire, I'll hold to those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate,
To say that for destruction ice is also great.
And would suffice.

She struggled with the word fire, but took a few deep breaths and scribbled on. Re-capping her sharpie, she slid away from the wall and ran back to her room, just in time for a guard to roam down the hallway where she was. She seemed to have a keen sense for when a guard was coming. That was a sign she had been there too long.

Dominique gazed at his ceiling, the plaster seemed to writhe and vibrate. Maybe he was crazy, maybe he did belong here... So far, the only other person he had met was a doctor with an unpronounceable last name who never smiled and liked to poke you in the same spot with a needle. This was going to be a very long...however long...he was supposed to be in this weird place for people filled with a squirrels heaven...